The Old Man Who Dreamed Home Scruff and rust covered a certine keyhole, With cobwebs and dust, dirt and fluff. No one knew, of the dirty old keyhole, and certainly not, of the old man who dreamed home. Yes, there was a man, behind the old key hole: Lonely and old, fridged and bold. He waited for someone, to find the old keyhole, with a key, that would free, the old man who dreamed home. After years, still no one, found the old key hole. And now, there's no longer, an old man who dreams home...
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